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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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Robert Browning. (1812–1889) (continued)
    I see my way as birds their trackless way.
I shall arrive,—what time, what circuit first,
I ask not; but unless God send his hail
Or blinding fire-balls, sleet or stifling snow,
In some time, his good time, I shall arrive:
He guides me and the bird. In his good time.
          Paracelsus. Part i.
    Truth is within ourselves.
          Paracelsus. Part i.
              Are there not, dear Michal,
Two points in the adventure of the diver,—
One, when a beggar he prepares to plunge;
One, when a prince he rises with his pearl?
Festus, I plunge.
          Paracelsus. Part i.
              God is the perfect poet,
Who in his person acts his own creations.
          Paracelsus. Part ii.
    Error has no end.
          Paracelsus. Part iii.
    The sad rhyme of the men who proudly clung
To their first fault, and withered in their pride.
          Paracelsus. Part iv.
              Every joy is gain
And gain is gain, however small.
          Paracelsus. Part iv.
              Jove strikes the Titans down
Not when they set about their mountain-piling
But when another rock would crown the work.
          Paracelsus. Part iv.
              The peerless cup afloat
Of the lake-lily is an urn some nymph
Swims bearing high above her head.
          Paracelsus. Part iv.
    I give the fight up: let there be an end,
A privacy, an obscure nook for me.
I want to be forgotten even by God.
          Paracelsus. Part v.
              Progress is
The law of life: man is not Man as yet.
          Paracelsus. Part v.